Dec 19, 2012

living on air

displaced rays of sun
creep through faux wooden blinds.
dreams of a poet
turn into wisps of smoke
disappear between strands
and coalesce in clouds.
light scatters the thought
and a faint image of an idea remains
it lives as a ghost
passing through life as a whisper.

Dec 17, 2012

traveler

there's a look to people
in place
out of place
what their life
may or may not entail.
we write stories
cast judgements
about the book cover.
assumptions carry the weight
put us on guard
eases the tension
life knocks hard
it etches a thousand words
per square centimeter of skin
reflects the struggles misery pain
balance themselves on the curve of a smile
hinting at the harshness
with the bat of an eye
the connection is lost.
we move to the next story
let imagination run its permutations
cross lifetimes in a span of a second.

Dec 8, 2012

untitled

another world
images talk caption less
the music tries to offset the atmosphere
remnants of a dying past
stand side by side
with signs of the new world.
bodies lean in order to sleep
those who share blood with a thief
keep alert
eye open assessing environment.
halogen hums
overpower happy eighties
everything passed on to the consumer
they carry the weight
but still opt in to purchase.
convenient distractions
keep the populace at bay
every one stakes their claim
to a part of a room
and all we do is wait
watch tv and wait
listen to music and wait
charge devices and wait
avoid eye contact and wait
until the wheels roll in
and take us to another place
where we will wait for something else.

Nov 28, 2012

with the flow

drops
glide down glass
land on a wing
poised for flight
endings and beginnings
merge
causing confusion
no distinction between
tears of pain
tears of joy
the atmosphere conveys the mood
and at the end
the warmth of the sun
clears all
comforts all
provides light for the way.

Nov 21, 2012

all for something

a snowflake
drops
and before
it is written
there is a place
for it to land.

Nov 17, 2012

wilkem

in the middle
i toss turn
struggle to see
the idea put forth by me.
it is a fragile dance
between consciousness and voices.
in the end
i awake
slowly making sense of the thought
sift through the fog
keep an eye on the catcher
too fine too wide
and all will go up in smoke
inhaled ingredients course passageways
exhaled into the nothing
there one second
and the next
scattered mixed fled
to all corners of space.
in the beginning
i keep myself sedated
stare at darkness
let imagery form disperse
take note of what to bullet
conversations shift play run.
i observe take part
of the unraveling connections.
a closed third
snaps attention
slow time speed it up
wander in the abyss of self.
these adventures increase
the more i appreciate pay attention
worlds unfold
i explore each and everyone of them
each and every night.

Nov 16, 2012

burning words, words burning

water and fire
stare into the essence of each other.
they flirt talk build
produce smoke ash steam.
these seeming opposites
are one in the same
looking for the other
searching for themselves
passed the window
into the soul.

Nov 2, 2012

click clack

the road was never linear
but the trajectory
led in one direction.
a realization was met
sat down
all heads of state
collectively said yes
embraced fear as a partner
and started the game anew.

Sep 28, 2012

itsy bitsy

nothing new under the sun

footsteps
race down the corridor
trips over itself
to catch a breath.

the feast starts
the people gather
the sky listens for a cry
the sun retreats
the energy builds
the animals flee
the speed of time fluctuates
in a a continuous flow.

time
sits
watches the events unfold
gets lost
gets bored with repeated words.

time
has seen this before
variations of variants
as the participants play new
time
loses focus
wonders what's happening
across the borders
across the streets
across the oceans
across time.

the leader steps up
he rubs fingers together
he calculates each gesture
he emphasizes each word
he penetrates the soul
he becomes the center
all else bend to his movements.

he speaks.

time takes notice.

Sep 27, 2012

to be human again

is to be
childlike
curious
courageous
open to failure
open to pain
free to dance
alone
in front of strangers
comfortable in the given skin
caregiver of hugs smiles and each other.

Sep 18, 2012

rise

stacked (ny)

a recount

back to the wall
of lights and words
similar images of repetition
drill ideas into the mind
chaotic fires combine
to form thought ideas movement.
the liquid display
cannot mirror the accurate
alone with thoughts and sight
combine to make a friend within
an oasis can be created with disassociated materials.
the friend within
tells you things already known
tribal whites splinter into groups
constant reminders of days passed
draws smiles on faces.
an electronic box of lights
receives input from a biological index
bravery and curiosity overlap
loud talk over music equals
another layer of music
and from the notes of confusion
i drift to sleep.